November 2, 2007, at 5 pm on the West Coast of the United States.

The Warriors and the Spurs game started at 7:30 pm, but Chamberlain and others had to enter the game early, because for the Warriors' home court, the game is the opening game of this season, and some unveiling ceremonies will be held.

In order to facilitate the pick-up and drop-off of Chamberlain, Samar bought a car. At the former's strong request, the model was designated as a Hummer Off-road vehicle. However, when the last purchased car was delivered, Chamberlain discovered that the car was a Ford Mustang.

They are all horses, but Hummers and Mustangs are not the same thing. It’s not that the latter is of low grade. In fact, Ford Mustang was born as a sports car. In the years when this car was first born, owning a Ford Mustang was the pride of Americans, which was much awesome than Hummers.

The problem is that Ford Mustang has been born a bit long ago. This car was launched by Ford in 1963. It is already 44 years old this year...

When he saw this mottled and broken car, Chamberlain didn't know it was his car, so he laughed at Samar for picking up the car from the garbage dump. As a result, Samar told him sympathetically that he would take the garbage truck to and from the stadium and family in the future.

After receiving this unfortunate news, Chamberlain swallowed speechlessly, staring at the classic car that was about the same age as his father for a long time.

"I want a Hummer, no Mustang!" Chamberlain yelled as if he were a child.

Samar reminded him: "Your strength is smaller, be careful to break the car apart. Do you know how much the car costs? Four thousand dollars!"

"I want a Hummer, no Mustang!" Chamberlain's scream became louder, but the power of slapping the car was much smaller, as if he was caressing the classic car.

Samar reminded him again: "Z, you must have a conscience in life. Since I became your damn agent, I have not made a penny. My mother, I still paid for your renting house. If you complain any more, then take a taxi to the stadium."

Chamberlain immediately surrendered, and he smiled flatteringly at Samar and said, "Just kidding, North, don't be so excited. But this car is really dangerous. I am the number one superstar in the future. Can you rest assured to give my life to such a car?"

Samar smiled arrogantly and said, "Don't worry, this car is absolutely fine, and do you know who the former owner of this car is?"

Chamberlain shook his head, and Samar slapped the front hood of the car hard and shouted, "It's Wilt Chamberlain! This is a car of Wilt Chamberlain that I finally found after using a lot of connections. You're okay and have fun secretly, Z, oh shit!"

The power of Samael slapping the front cover of the taxi was too great, and he turned over a wiper.

Because he did not invest money, Chamberlain had to compromise and take the car to the stadium. As expected, from the moment the car appeared in the parking lot of the Oracle Arena, he became the target of making fun of him.

Later, Chamberlain had experience, so he no longer followed Samar to the parking lot, but got off at the back door of the stadium, trying to avoid being discovered by too many people.

As usual, he got off the car at the back door, wearing big sunglasses, which seemed to be a Terminator, Chamberlain hummed the 'Ice Age' tone to prepare to enter the stadium. As a result, he saw someone making noise at the back door as soon as he got off the car.

Generally speaking, every NBA arena has more than 20 goals, the most important of which is the front and back doors. The front door is the largest, which accommodates the main force of the fans entering the court. The back door is where team members, reporters and staff enter and walk through the front door, but they cannot enter the players' locker room.

Chamberlain looked over and saw that two security guards were pushing a man and a woman. The man and a woman were both Asian. Chamberlain did not know him, but the woman was too familiar with him. It was Li Qun, a beautiful reporter who had met once.

Today, Li Qun changed his clothes, the milky white women's suit changed to a black suit, her slender legs were covered with flesh-colored transparent stockings, her hair was tied behind her head, and her delicate face and a pair of frameless glasses revealed a little sexy in the rich intellectual beauty.

When Chamberlain came, Li Qun was arguing with the two security guards: "...We have no problem with our reporter certificate. The interview certificate has just been snatched away. You saw it, right? God knows that you were right when the bad guys snatched our interview certificate just now, but you did nothing, but stopped us. Is this your job responsibility?"

Both security guards were big and thick black men, one of whom had a moxie hairstyle waved impatiently: "Get out quickly, you will not be allowed to enter the goal hall without an interview certificate. This is our rule. As for whoever snatched your interview certificate, I don't care about this, that's what I care about. We only know that you need to have an interview certificate to enter the door, and if you don't have one, you can't..."

"Hi, man, be more elegant to the lady, OK?" Chamberlain saw that the security guard wanted to push Li Qun, so he hurriedly rushed forward and separated the two. He held Li Qun's sexy and thin shoulders, then looked at the security guard and frowned, "They are reporters, I can testify, why can't you go in?"

Seeing Chamberlain appear, a hint of surprise appeared on Li Qun's pretty face. She sighed and shrugged, "Thank God for sending you here. Lao Zhang, you want to help me uphold justice. Just now, these two people wanted to check my interview certificate. After I handed it to them, these people gave the interview certificate to the reporter next to them and did not let us in."

Facing Chamberlain, the two security guards couldn't get harder. When they saw that Chamberlain actually knew Li Qun, they immediately made way and looked at Chamberlain with fear.

As security guards, these people certainly know Chamberlain. In fact, Chamberlain has now become the darling of the whole of San Francisco. With the magical triple-double in the last game and a rebound of nearly twenty, he was hailed as the next Wilt Chamberlain. It seems that all San Francisco basketball fans became his fans in an instant.

Chamberlain knew the trick here. In the early 2000s, when Yao Ming had just joined the Rockets and China had just caused an NBA craze, Chinese journalists were very popular among all NBA teams. They all wanted to share this big cake in China, so of course, Chinese journalists needed to help them promote it.

However, as the NBA becomes more and more popular, as more and more Chinese journalists enter the NBA, there are more and more conflicts and frictions: Chinese journalists use their position to take photos and sign autographs, take photos of the stars, and enter the stadium casually with fake interview certificates, etc., which leads to the low status of Chinese journalists in the NBA now.

Compared with local reporters, no matter how fluent Chinese reporters speak English, they are only a foreigner who speaks the second foreign language, and are resisted by locals. In addition, many violations of the rules and regulations that are not familiar with the locals, the team's staff quickly lost their enthusiasm and patience with Chinese reporters.

Americans are different from Chinese people. There is no such thing as "working things in their dictionary". In the early days, they could turn a blind eye to publicity. Later, as Chinese journalists caused more and more troubles, they were no longer polite. When Chinese journalists arrived in the NBA, except for some big names, most people saw popsicle faces that were "working things according to rules".

It is good to be able to do things according to the rules. Some gymnasium staff, such as these two big black men, deliberately bully the Chinese. The human advantage of Chinese people's habit of patience has become the basis for Americans to bully again and again, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

In addition, there are people who make money by using the tolerance of Chinese people. For example, this time, Chamberlain could guess what was going on. There must be tabloid reporters without interview certificates, but they stuffed money to the two security guards. So the security guards saw that Li Qun and the two Chinese reporters were Chinese reporters, so they directly gave them to those tabloid reporters when checking the interview certificates. This is very common.

Chamberlain is not the discipline inspection department of the Warriors, so there is no need to make things difficult for these two big black men. After all, the latter is just a newcomer to the Warriors. He cannot do such things that block the way for others and money. Otherwise, if these big black men are forced into a dead end, they may be able to do something.

Seeing Chamberlain half hugging Li Qun, the two security guards smirked and quickly made way. Chamberlain took the two into the stadium. Li Qun said helplessly: "What if someone checks our interview certificate later? Without the interview certificate, we will still be kicked out."

In order to prevent messy people from entering the stadium, every media unit that has obtained an interview permit will obtain an interview certificate, and the stadium staff will check it from time to time like the train conductor. Once an unlicensed person is found, he will be directly driven out of the stadium and there is no chance to make up for the ticket.

Chamberlain smiled and said, "Don't worry, you don't need an interview certificate in our stadium in the future, just walk sideways!"

Hearing his exaggeration, Li Qun laughed. She was originally pretty, but her smile was as if she had turned the clouds and saw the bright moon, which stunned the photographer who was traveling with her.

When Chamberlain met the stadium staff on the road, he introduced Li Qun to them and said that this was his cousin from afar, and came to cheer for him. The staff looked like "We all understand" and might even think of Li Qun as Chamberlain.

When he walked into the stadium, Chamberlain happened to meet Jackson. He pointed at Li Qun and introduced: "Martial Saint, this is my distant cousin. If someone bullies her in the future, remember to help me stand up."

Jackson glanced at Li Qun, stretched out his hand and shook her, and then shouted: "Everyone comes to see you. This is Z's new girlfriend. Everyone has seen it. Who the hell dares to bully her in the future? Don't blame me, Stephen Jackson, for not being merciless to deal with him!"

Chamberlain and Li Qun were immediately in a mess. A group of people looked here curiously. Chamberlain yelled: "Martial Saint, don't talk nonsense. This is my cousin from afar, not my girlfriend!"

Li Qun spread his hands to explain, but he didn't know what to say. Instead, Jackson smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't explain, we all understand, who doesn't have a distant cousin or something? They are all men, they all understand!"

Chamberlain did not want a girl's reputation to be damaged by herself, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Martial Saint, I swear to you, this is really not my girlfriend, I can swear to God..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jackson looked at Li Qun impatiently and asked, "Xiao Niu, when was you born?"

Li Qun replied subconsciously: "1985..."

Without waiting for her to finish, Jackson patted Chamberlain on the shoulder and said contemptuously: "Little girl, I still want to fool me. Don't think I don't know. You guy was born in 1987. I also heard that my cousin was two years older than my cousin!"
Chapter completed!